Speaking of the End Songtext
von Låpsley
Speaking of the End Songtext
If sincerity was on your mind
A couple of showers wouldn′t kilter my balance
Memories fall like drops of rain
Pours in the summer and freezes me by the end
Oh, the fragility, my valentine has opened up new doors
Trajected a new course
Happiness grows like ivy walls
Ink on the paper
Oh, he just gives me more
Speaking of the end
I'm running a new race
Speaking of the end
I′ve sculpted a new face
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Speaking of the end
There's a graph I read inside my head
Peaks and the furrows, direction of arrows
And your line is fading into air
Now I found a mountain, a solid incline
And he guides me up the rock face
Feet in his footsteps, my hand in his palm
And I see colour in the art again
Different perspective, different perspective
Speaking of the end
I'm running a new race
Speaking of the end
I′ve sculpted a new face
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Speaking of the end
Speaking of the end
I′m running a new race
Speaking of the end
I've sculpted a new face
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Speaking of the end
A couple of showers wouldn′t kilter my balance
Memories fall like drops of rain
Pours in the summer and freezes me by the end
Oh, the fragility, my valentine has opened up new doors
Trajected a new course
Happiness grows like ivy walls
Ink on the paper
Oh, he just gives me more
Speaking of the end
I'm running a new race
Speaking of the end
I′ve sculpted a new face
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Speaking of the end
There's a graph I read inside my head
Peaks and the furrows, direction of arrows
And your line is fading into air
Now I found a mountain, a solid incline
And he guides me up the rock face
Feet in his footsteps, my hand in his palm
And I see colour in the art again
Different perspective, different perspective
Speaking of the end
I'm running a new race
Speaking of the end
I′ve sculpted a new face
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Speaking of the end
Speaking of the end
I′m running a new race
Speaking of the end
I've sculpted a new face
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Oh, the fragility, my valentine
Speaking of the end
Writer(s): Francis Anthony White, Holly Lapsley Fletcher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com